"Follow me guys, I know a shortcut to get back quicker."
The moist knight, Erik, was not in fact currently leading the group through a shortcut, like he had just said, but was instead currently glaring at a near identical copy of himself as they both hide behind a shop counter.
This copy was, in fact, the one who had spoken, its voice dripping with false confidence and mockery.
"Oh It's such a wonderful short cut, We'll get back in no time. Just don't worry about the fact that it runs right past a god damn Pet store!"
The copy smacked the original Erik across the back of the head before its own head melted, losing its solid form and morphed back into the regular appearance of Cynthia.
She was about to smack him in the head again, but quickly changed her mind when she caught something out of the corner of her eye.
